Posted on 09/05/2025 3:22:25 PM PDT by simpson96
Assuming this report in the Daily Beast is true, oh, how the mighty have fallen:
"Spies tell The Swamp that Barack and Michelle Obama, and Kamala Harris, and husband Doug Emhoff were all dining at the exquisite ($30-a-burger) State Road restaurant in West Tisbury on Martha’s Vineyard last Thursday night. The only issue was that the couples were in separate rooms....
Now, The Swamp hates to draw any conclusions from the dining arrangements, and the folks at the popular dining spot weren’t saying. Our spies did report that one couple stopped by to say hello to the other, so it was cordial enough. Maybe they all retired to an Airbnb to bitch in private. One would have thought they’d have so much to discuss. But sometimes, as much as you tell someone they’ve already had their chance and they blew it, they just don’t want to listen."
Life comes at you fast. One moment you’re leading in the polls and on the path to be the next president of the United States. The next minute, the Obamas are hoping you won’t notice they’re in the same restaurant as you.
(Excerpt) Read more at nationalreview.com ...
Pretty small place. Seems impossible the two parties didn’t know the others were there.
Hussein eats a Big Mac. Film @ 11.
The Obamas expect to be part of the Global Inner Party. There they will have access to the party politburo and live lives of unparalleled luxury.
Kamala, if she works real hard and shows unwavering loyalty, will be accepted as into the Global Outer Party. There she will have occasional servings of meat, and air conditioning on a rationed basis.
The rest of us will eat insects and swelter.
It’s possible they had zero regard for her throughout everything and now they can’t even user her so she’s dirt to them.
It’s also possible they did meet to conspire and used this ‘distance’ sound byte to distract from collaboration.
The article makes clear that they did know:
one couple stopped by to say hello to the other, so it was cordial enough.
This is a non-story. The Obamas and Emhoffs said hello to each other, then went off to dine privately with their spouses.
Sometimes you just want some privacy. It's not like they haven't already talked a lot over the years.
Logistically, here’s how it would work. The Secret Service would probably get there two or more hours in advance. They’d coordinate with the restaurant as to where the former president and his civilian dressed guards would be placed. They’d probably arrange payment in advance or later so the former president wouldn’t have to handle it. The SS would know who had reservations and if Kamala was a Walkin the SS would know right away and probably say something to Obama.
Unlike what happened on the tarmac where former president Clinton “just happened” to “run into” the sitting DUJ director...Yeah, that just doesn’t happen. I’d like to know if Clinton asked the SS to set it up. Almost certainly.
I thought they were all besties.
Might be Kammie mistakenly thought the Bamsters meant r hey were breaking bread Biblically, like with wine . . . .
Has the Cackler lost her SS protection yet?
LOS ANGELES LAPD ELITE OFFICERS ARE NOW HER SECURITY
$30-a-burger
They could have gone to Burger King and saved at least a dollar.
“One moment you’re leading in the polls and on the path to be the next president of the United States. “
When did that happen? Alternate universe again?
Looks modest.
CHP not LAPD
Who cares?
Harris is Kryptonite.
So John and Ponch not Reed and Malloy
Lol, yep
What if the Obamas ate the bread and drank the poison and then Harris ate the bread and drank the poison, each one watching for the other to clutch their abdomens, which they would shortly all do in unison as they drop to the floor.
The food poisoning symptoms, as described by Dr. Rumack (played by Leslie Nielsen) and simultaneously displayed by Captain Oveur, is:
A slight fever and dryness of the throat.
Dizziness.
An itchy rash.
The poison affects the central nervous system, causing severe muscle spasms and drooling.
The digestive system collapses, leading to uncontrollable flatulence.
The victim is finally “reduced to a quivering, wasted piece of jelly”.
One thing is for sure, the one with the most testosterone in the room, was Big Mike.
Those other two sissies just exchanged girl talk.
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